Emma Lazarus

(22 July 1849 – 19 November 1887 / New York City / United States)

Life And Art

Poem by Emma Lazarus

Not while the fever of the blood is strong,
The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less
With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless
The poet-sould to help and soothe with song.
Not then she bids his trembling lips express
The aching gladness, the voluptuous pain.
Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain
One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness.
But when the dream is done, the pulses fail,
The day's illusion, with the day's sun set,
He, lonely in the twilight, sees the pale
Divine Consoler, featured like Regret,
Enter and clasp his hand and kiss his brow.
Then his lips ope to sing--as mine do now.


Comments about Life And Art by Emma Lazarus

  • Abson jones (12/1/2017 12:08:00 PM)

    This sure was something(Report)Reply

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (7/22/2016 5:35:00 PM)

    Just a little interesting factoid..........She wrote- - - - -Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... words that were engraved on a bronze plaque hung in the Statue of Liberty museum..(Report)Reply

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  • Poetic BreathPoetic Breath (7/22/2016 8:20:00 AM)

    One of my favorite poets. I love her poems(Report)Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (7/22/2016 7:17:00 AM)

    The relationship of life and art in a poet's life has been marvelously reflected in this superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here.(Report)Reply

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  • Pranab K ChakrabortyPranab K Chakraborty (7/22/2016 3:17:00 AM)

    Artistic exposure of life. Nice.(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (7/22/2016 3:11:00 AM)

    Day's illusions of life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Ramesh T ARamesh T A (7/22/2016 1:39:00 AM)

    The lasting value of poetry or art lies not in the immediate satisfaction of feelings but in the long use based on harmony with life! The expression of such things in art deserves all praise indeed!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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